Sex & Mayhem 01 Road of No Return (23 page)

Stitch panted, his whole body trembling with in the aftermath of the visceral orgasm. It felt as if it wasn’t even his. As if he were reliving the orgasm he felt inside of himself just moments ago.

Zak whimpered, brushing his fingers over Stitch’s sides. His breathing was coming in sharp pants, even more so when he slowly moved, his cock slipping out of the hole with a sloppy sound. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, moving the back of his hand over Stitch’s ass as if it was something delicate and pristine.

Stitch lay in the stained sheets, out of breath and pumped out. “That was… wow. You’re so fucking good.”

Zak’s exhale turned into a breathless laugh. He pushed on Stitch’s arm and rolled him onto his back. With his face flushed red and a big smile on his face, he looked like the happiest man alive. “You have no idea how hard it was for me not to come right away. You’re so fucking hot you make me turn into a teenager,” whispered Zak, landing in the covers next to Stitch. He immediately rolled closer and pulled him against his chest. The movement made sperm drip out of Stitch.

Stitch hugged Zak close and smiled back. “Did the teen-Zak wet himself over fucking a big, bad biker?” He kissed Zak’s sweaty forehead. Just a few hours ago, Stitch wouldn’t even consider bottoming, and now it felt like the best idea on the planet. He felt so light he could fly.

Zak grinned, pulling Stitch into the safety of his tattooed chest. He rested one hand on Stitch’s hip and nuzzled his cheek. “Can’t you tell? I think you’re pretty hydrated, Mr. Biker.”

“You liked it bare?” Stitch took a deep breath and fit his face into Zak’s neck. He watched the inked chest expand and listened to the quick, healthy heartbeat.

“It was... amazing,” whispered Zak, seeking Stitch’s fingers with his hand. “Never done this bare before, and you... agreeing to this, letting me come inside you. I just... don’t know what to say without making it seem cheaper than it was, you know.”

Stitch squeezed Zak’s hand and delighted in a slow kiss. “My inhibitions were bullshit. Now I know. I had the shittiest day and you made it better. Thank you.”

Zak pushed his fingers into Stitch’s hair and looked into his eyes. His were this beautiful, deep blue that Stitch could look into all the time. It was different to lie in Zak’s arms for a change, him being a bit sore in a way that Zak sometimes mentioned but Stitch could never understand. It really was pleasant, hot, tender. A remainder of being so close with another man, closer than he ever imagined.

“I’m here to serve,” chuckled Zak, but his face became more serious when he leaned in for another kiss. “You are an amazing man. Nobody’s anything like you.”

“I love you,” Stitch whispered and kissed Zak’s lip piercing. Everything about his man was perfect.

Zak stared at him, his eyes going wide, still glossy from the sex.

Stitch shook his head with a smile. “You don’t have to say it back. I just want you to know.”

Zak took a shuddery breath and blinked, leaning in for a deep, sensual kiss that took Stitch over the moon with its raw need. But good things come to an end, and Zak pulled away, keeping their foreheads together. “You make me feel all those things, you stupid man,” he grunted, gently punching Stitch’s chest.

Stitch wrapped his arms around Zak’s waist and kept kissing those glorious lips. He knew tonight, he’d sleep like a baby.

Stitch looked around the bathroom for his cut. He was sure he’d left it here the night before with the rest of his clothes, but it was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, Zak?” he yelled from the shower as he toweled himself off. “You seen my cut?”

The door opened, and when he looked back through the wet plexiglass, he stared straight into Zak’s smiling face. “Yeah, it’s all ready for you downstairs,” said Zak, slipping into the steamy bathroom in just his narrow jeans. Stitch flinched at the sight of the bruises on Zak’s neck, but tried to erase the memory of the fight from his mind no matter how persistently the ugly marks stared at him in accusation.

Stitch paused for a moment, remembering the ketchup-stained patches. Zak was the sweetest thing ever. Stitch had already thought he wouldn’t be able to wear his cut when it was so desecrated. He got out of the stall and started putting on the rest of his clothes. He was worried he’d feel awkward with Zak after yesterday, but there was no shyness at all. Stitch closed the distance between them and gave Zak a kiss.

The soft mouth stretched into a smile, and Zak put his arms around him, uncaring that he’d get wet. He’d been out of bed when Stitch woke up, but the smell of frying bacon had been like a soothing blanket on his shoulders. Stitch fell asleep again and let his lover wake him up with the breakfast of the gods, which they ate cuddling, without a trace of awkwardness or tension.

“Will you be ready to go soon?” asked Zak, gently petting the small of Stitch’s back.

“Yeah, I gotta go. We’re gonna have a club meeting later.” Stitch gave him one more kiss and pulled away to put on the rest of his clothes. His skin tingled when Zak brushed his hand over Stitch’s buttock and walked out. The dynamics of their relationship felt different now, but not bad at all, so since he couldn’t pinpoint it, he stopped trying. Anyway, they wouldn’t be doing the same thing tonight. Or maybe even for a few days, because his ass felt tender as a prime cut of beef.

He combed his fingers through his hair and walked out, ready to face the world. He didn’t care if no one knew, but he was stronger today than he was the day before.

As he walked down the stairs, Zak was sitting on the floor with Versay between his legs and a cup of his ridiculous coffee—black with lemon pieces. The dog immediately rushed up the stairs to meet Stitch, his tail wagging like a windscreen wiper during heavy rainfall. The poor thing didn’t know who hurt his paw.

“Hey, boy.” Stitch bowed to stroke his head, but groaned when pain reminded him about the aching ribs. “Have a good day, yeah?” He smiled at Zak, who already pulled himself up and walked over to a chair where he’d left Stitch’s cut. In the bright daylight Stitch could see without a doubt that the patches had been thoroughly cleaned.

“Will you be in tonight?” asked Zak, grabbing the cut. He held it up for Stitch to slip into. It was the sweetest gesture Stitch never wanted to part with. He let Zak put it on him, and it felt like his armor for the day.

“I will.”

“All right, I’ll get some Chinese for us, yeah?” Zak put his arms around Stitch’s neck and kissed him again, pliant and sweet as candy.

“Sounds good to me.” Stitch extended the goodbyes as much as he could, not wanting to leave yet, but it was time, so in the end he said one more ‘bye’ to Versay and left the house.

It was only when he approached his bike up close when he noticed the front tire was flat. And the back tire. “The hell?” He scooted next to the bike and ran his fingers along the punctured rubber. He knew exactly who did this to his mount. “Motherfucker!” he screamed out.

“Stitch?” shouted Zak from the door. “What is it?”

“Cox slit my fucking tires!” Stitch put his arms up in frustration. He wanted to strangle the fucker, but there was no one to take his anger out on.

The door slid shut. “You want me to give you a lift? I’m going to town anyway,” said Zak after a moment of poignant silence as he rushed down the stairs.

“Fucker doesn’t know who he’s messing with,” Stitch snarled, circling the bike to check for other damage, but there was none, fortunately. This was
war
.

“Don’t do anything reckless,” muttered Zak as he joined Stitch by the motorcycle. In the bright sunlight, it looked ready to hit the road, even though, sadly, it wouldn’t.

“You don’t mess with another man’s bike, Zak. He should damn well know this. And he’s the cop here!” Stitch took a deep breath. He couldn’t deal with this now. “Give me a lift, yeah?”

“Right, you can mess with his tires when the time comes,” said Zak and walked up to the beautiful car, which said much more about Zak than the house he lived in.

Stitch took a deep breath that only hurt his ribs more, but followed. The fact that Cox now knew about his sexuality had been in the back of Stitch’s mind since yesterday but only now it dawned on him with full force. He joined Zak in the car, and immediately, the slim fingers wrapped around his hand.

“Do you want me to pick up new tires for you?”

Stitch squeezed back harder than he intended to. It was so fucking strange to have an ass so well fucked that he still felt it today. How was Zak coping with being fucked like this on a daily basis? “No, I’ll call Captain from home. We’ll take it to the garage.”

“Sure.” Zak sighed and let go of Stitch to move the car back. “Will it be ready tonight? You can call me if you need a lift, yeah?” he said with a small smile. His hands looked so fucking good on the steering wheel. Stitch bet they’d look even better if they were tattooed like the rest of Zak.

Stitch nodded. “I’ll see how it all goes.” He took a deep breath to calm down. “I’ve got my phone at home.”

Zak frowned. “No, it was in your pocket. Did you leave it in the bathroom?”

Stitch pursed his lips as they started driving down the street. “I have a
special
phone for you,” he muttered.

“Do you?” Zak grinned and took a turn on the empty road. “Zak the dirty secret, huh?”

Stitch looked away and rubbed his forehead. “Sorry, it has to be like this.”

Zak exhaled and put his hand on Stitch’s again. “I know. You wouldn’t want any of those dirty messages to accidentally end up at your friend’s phone, yeah?”

“God, no. I just can’t help myself when I think of you. All I wanna do is fuck all day.”

Zak pushed his sunglasses down to his nose and laughed out loud. “Always the romantic. You can write a poem about my ass. Do it, I dare you.”

“You can be such an asshole.” Stitch groaned and pulled down the window, feeling too hot.

Zak grinned and patted his back. “Just joking. I know you’re serious.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just drive.” Stitch shook his head, but let his fingers trail Zak’s knuckles.

“At least you have a lot to think about now,” said Zak, and they accelerated, turning into a wider street. Stitch couldn’t help a smirk. That he did.

It only took ten minutes to reach Stitch’s home.

Zak parked in front of it, and they didn’t waste more time. It was about time to part and start thinking about business. Ten grand that Stitch had to come up with. He followed the car with his gaze as long as it was in sight, and opened the door, then entering the quiet corridor. When he got to his room though, something was off. The floor seemed to creak louder and the house was dead silent, even though Crystal's car was in the garage.

When he walked into his room, he tripped over a whole pile of bags and suitcases. “The fuck?” he uttered looking around the stripped-down space. Even his bedding was ripped off the mattress and stuffed into a black trash bag. “Crystal?” he yelled out.

Her voice echoed back with so much disdain and he didn’t even know what he’d done to deserve it. “Come to the
family
room, you piece of shit!”

He sneered and curled his hands into fists. What now? What else was life about to throw at him? Stitch stomped down the stairs and to the living room. Was this Milton’s idea? Filling her head with bullshit again?

“What the fuck is wrong
again
?” he asked, but stopped mid-stride when he saw her sitting by the table with his other cell phone placed in the empty space like an insult. His mind went blank, and all blood drained from his face.

Crystal looked at him, her hair wild as if frizzed from all the anger in her eyes. “My mom’s phone’s not working, and she’s leaving for the weekend, so I thought you wouldn’t mind her borrowing this old piece of junk,” she said and shoved the phone away. It slid across the table and stopped an inch away from the edge

“You gave it to your mom?” he wanted to say, but managed to only whisper. All his muscles froze, making it hard to even breathe.

Crystal snorted, and the dragon tattooed on her hand seemed to move as she flexed her muscles. “Thank God, no. I had enough sense in me to check if you didn’t have any fucking porn on there.” She took a deep, long breath, which made her breasts move up and down in the neckline. “You’re a fucking deviant.”

This couldn’t be happening. He didn’t need this shit on his plate right now. “Who told you that you can touch my stuff?” he hissed and walked up to the table on wobbly legs that felt like marshmallows. The soreness in his ass was now a stark reminder of just how ’deviant‘ he was. His heart was beating faster than a machine gun, and all he could think of was just how badly he was fucked. And not in a good way.

Crystal rose from the chair and pushed him back, following the shove with a hard slap to his face. “You sick fuck! How long have you been fucking guys behind my back, huh? You got me pregnant so that I’d be your excuse?”

Stitch swallowed and took a step back. “I… It wasn’t like that!” His stomach shrank to the size of a bullet.

“Stop bullshitting me!” Crystal’s voice turned into a scream. She kicked the chair to the floor, breathing hard and fast. “You made me feel so bad about myself when you didn’t want to sleep with me, or when you couldn’t get it up, and now it turns out it was all because you want a ‘juicy ass’? It’s been the best years of my life, and now I’m divorced and stuck with a kid!”